Thorn: North gate, do you need backup?
Juniper: Negative. The kid has the flames out —
Oh, wait, now it’s sneezing them. And — whoa! It’s through the gates. Headed west.
Thorn: West gate, that’s me. I called in a lockdown for the building, and I’m on the move.
Juniper: Boss, if this is gonna be rough, I’m sure we can flank it by our–
Thorn: I’m up for it. No matter how on-fire this thing is, it’s still just a very bad dog.